Alcohol, Music and Peace

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Time Flies...but the Memory Remains

Today a Facebook post from one of my friends reminded me how far we have come in life ... not just in time but also distances, be it physical or emotional. I still remember the days when I was a young boy, without anything to worry about. All we used to do was laugh and play and torture our parents and siblings. That was fun, as I am sure my brother and my parents would agree. Afterall, what is life if everything is perfect? I remember the time my brother used to make fun of me at my mausi's place because the soap that my mom had given me when I joined Kgp had been unused for a full year. And this year, when I met the same cousins, they said I had grown up - I wasn't the same young, carefree kid anymore. That was never my plan. I never wanted to grow up but I guess in this fight between time and me, the odds were never on my side. Atleast I have given time a tough fight emotionally but I guess I am tired now. I have so many things to think about and I guess that is what happens with everybody. Time forces everyone to grow up although I am sure no one in this world would prefer being an adult to a child. Anyway, what one can do is remember the times when the mind was young and relive some of the best memories of the days gone by. Now let me think - where do I start from? Ahh, I remember this one - I think this was the 4th standard - my brother's friends had got the movie True Lies from the local club and they must have known what to expect because they never let me enter the room while they were watching the movie. My bro gave me strict instructions not to watch that movie but I guess everyone in this world knows that that is the best form of encouragement that one can give. I have seen many 'A' movies since then but I remember that one because it was my first ever defiance of authority to do something naughty! Bravo :) Next up - we had a really hot friend - Taj who used to live quite far from the city centre. Now I had got a new bicycle, a racing one in 8th standard. Rather uncomfortable to ride but I would like to think it would impress the girls in my city. Two of my friends borrowed my bicycle as they wanted to impress Taj. How they thought of impressing her when riding pillion on a bicycle, no matter how pretty, is beyond me. Anyway, they could not even get close - the bicycle was just not meant for pillion riding and ofcourse they met with an accident. Till the day, they claim it was an Ambassador that hit them but I am sure they just fell. My 1 week old bicycle had to go through a total makeover and my 2 friends had to visit the hospital for a few days. Ha! If only Taj knew how much these guys had done to impress her, I am sure she would have dumped her boyfriend and gone out with them (she did go out with one of them actually ;) ). Now the story of Taj reminds me another one - when Monu and I had bunked school just because Taj had done so as well (Monu liked her too - well Monu liked every girl that walked). And what were we doing? We were just standing outside Taj's place and wasting time. And then came Hazra, the guy who was madly (and I mean it) in love with Taj's sister. And he wanted to enter their house and when Taj's sister did not let him, he broke the windows and then used the glass to cut his hands and wrists and I don't know what else! Now you see - 'madly' in love! And from roadside romeos, we suddenly became firefighters. We stopped Hazra, called up his parents and ensured that he did not hurt anyone. Taj's sister usually despised us but that was one time that she said thanks to the 2 of us! Score ;) Ofcourse, if I start with Monu, I will be stuck in a never-ending blog of stories. With him, everyday was a blast! Be it stories of him and Kundrai, his crazy gf who ate rat poison or whose neighbour chased us when we were again standing and wasting time outside her house. Or when monu had to buy sleeping tablet ot give to her mother when he was spending the night at their place!! OMG, I am rolling on the floor even today when I remember those days. I have some of my own stories too - like the time we were, ermm once again standing and wasting time, this time at a bus stand and a girl who liked me wanted to cross the street. Being a brat at that time, I did not have good relations with the girls in my city and to avoid getting seen, she was crossing us through some bushes across the bus stand. Co-incidentally (and I mean it) I got nature's call and I rushed to the bushes and taking this as an act of aggression, the girl ran away screaming and complained to some neighbours there. Again, we started our beloved two-wheelers and we ran - only to realise after 10 minutes that we hadn't done anything wrong! Then arose the tiger in me and I went back to speak to the people and to the girl that what had happened was an accident and a bizarre coincidence as none of us had seen her sneaking through the bushes. Our esteem was restored and we left that place with our heads held high! Now there was a time when the end was not the same. Here comes Monu again - So Monu had bunked his tuitions (he regularly would) and I had long stopped going to this Chemistry one. Although my mom did not know about it so I had ensured a monthly pocket money of Rs. 100 and 2 hours of unquestioned free time. Sadly Monu's parents saw us riding our Scooty, around the same bus stand area. This time they chased us. We thought of outsmarting them and went and parked in the Chemistry tuition teacher's place and went and hid on the terrace. Monu's parents followed us, came up to the teacher's place and started shouting at us. The teacher came out as well and all the diligent students who were sitting inside also witnessed the merciless bashing we received! I will never forget that moment. I lost my monthly income and a lot of other priviledges for the next few days but now if I think about it, it was worth it. Phew! I am tired now - not remembering them but penning them down. I think I need a break - more for the next time :)